My Three Fiances Betrayed Me, So I Married the Heir
For the past ten years, all of Boston society had been guessing whether I would end up marrying Alexander Grant, Nathan Cole, or Julian Vale.
One of them took care of every problem that came my way. One remembered every allergy I had. One built me an observatory with a view of the whole city.
I never once doubted that I was loved. I had always been the spoiled little princess everyone doted on.
Then my mother found her older daughter, Vivian Ashford, who had been missing for twenty-two years.
Vivian was the one expected to marry into Black Harbor for the Ashford family. To make up for the life she had lost, the three men started asking me to give up a little at a time.
Alexander missed the f